For Who So Firm That Cannot Be

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]