He must needs go that the devil drives.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

God send everyone their heart's desire!