Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.