When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!