The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.