One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.