Death is a fearful thing.
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.