Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
O hell! to choose love with another's eye.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.