Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.