A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73
One sin another doth provoke.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.