Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

Demetrius: Villain, What Hast Thou Done? Aaron: That Which Thou Canst Not Undo. Chiron: Thou Hast Undone Our Mother. Aaron: Villain, I Have Done Thy Mother.