By-and-by is easily said.

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

How now, wit! Whither wander you?

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.