Of Chastity, The Ornaments Are Chaste.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.