The Prince Of Darkness Is

Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.