in black ink my love may still shine bright.
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.