Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *Sheโs a stubborn little brat.*
The rest, is silence.
Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long