Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
He is white-livered and red-faced.
Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.