Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.

They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!