So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

Making night hideous.