If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold