Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!