In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
O hell! to choose love with another's eye.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.
The gloomy shade of death.