Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.