Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

To Hell, Allegiance! Vows, To The Blackest Devil! Conscience, And Grace, To The Profoundest Pit! I Dare Damnation: To This Point I Stand,-- That Both The Worlds I Give To Negligence, Let Come What Comes; Only I'll Be Reveng'd.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

The Play's The Thing.