Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
To do a great right do a little wrong.
thus with a kiss I die
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.