To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.
You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?