I See That The Fashion Wears Out

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

All Is Well Ended, If The Suit Be Won.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.