Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
There's villainous news abroad.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?