For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

Treason And Murder Ever Kept Together, As Two Yoke-devils Sworn To Either's Purpose, Working So Grossly In A Natural Cause That Admiration Did Not Whoop At Them; But Thou, 'gainst All Proportion, Didst Bring In Wonder To Wait On Treason And On Murder; And Whatsoever Cunning Fiend It Was That Wrought Upon Thee So Preposterously Hath Got The Voice In Hell For Excellence.