As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
O Death, made proud with pure and princely beauty!
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?