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!

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.