One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

This thought is as a death.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.