I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright
Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

“When devils will the blackest sins put onThey do suggest at first with heavenly…”

“Пусть сахарный языкДурацкую облизывает пышностьИ клонится проворное коленоТам, …”

“Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, but seeming so, for my peculiar en…”

“Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my mad…”