The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
Striving to better, oft we mar whatโs well.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.
...lest too light winning make the prize light.