Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.