So many horrid Ghosts.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

There is nothing serious in Mortality