You have witchcraft in your lips
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
God defend the right.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.