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

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.