The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes