Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!