Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
I bear a charmed life.
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
in black ink my love may still shine bright.