Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

I dote on his very absence.

What's done can't be undone.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

All's well if all ends well.

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn