They Were Devils Incarnate.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

Hadst Thou No Poison Mixed, No Sharp-ground Knife, No Sudden Mean Of Death, Though Ne'er So Mean, But 'banished' To Kill Me--'banished'? O Friar, The Damned Use That Word In Hell; Howling Attends It! How Hast Thou The Heart, Being A Divine, A Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-absolver, And My Friend Professed, To Mangle Me With That Word 'banished'?