And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

I was born free as Caesar; so were you

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!