Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
The cunning livery of hell.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.