Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.
She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.
Our basest beggars are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, man's life is cheap as beast's.