The iron tongue of Midnight hath
told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis
almost fairy time. I fear we
shall outstep the coming morn
as much as we this night over-watch'd.

“I never heard a passion so confused, So strange, outrageous, and so variable, A…”

“Though in the trade of war I have slain men,Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the …”

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

“Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear”