You kiss by th' book.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil....O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.