For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.