The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

What's done can't be undone.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.