the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it.

“But then I sigh, with a piece of ScriptureTell them that God bids us to do evil…”

“Так в каждом деле. Завтра, завтра, завтра,-А дни ползут, и вот уж в книге жизни…”

“A madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.”

“The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.”