A young man married is a man that's marred.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.