You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.
Love hath made thee a tame snake
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.