O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

She is a woman, therefore to be won.