Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.