Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.
These violent delights have violent ends.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.