They Were Devils Incarnate.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.