Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour? (5.3.)

O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death. (5.3.)

Thy lips are warm! (5.3.)





A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head (5.3.)