Ces plaisirs violents ont des fins violentes;
Dans leurs excès ils meurent tels la poudre et le feu,
Que leur baiser consume.

“Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?When at your hands did I deserve this…”

“What are you doing sister? / Killing swine. ”

“Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave,…”

“O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!My tables, — meet it is I set it do…”