Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved

“Well, then, go you into hell?BEATRICENo, but to the gate; and there will the de…”

“Życie jest jedynie przelotnym cieniem;żałosnym aktorem, co przez godzinę puszys…”

“Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that w…”

“Words, words, mere words,no matter from the heart.”