Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time
Unsubstantial Death is amorous.
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.