Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Why, thou owest god a death.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.