But I am constant as the northern star, of whose tru-fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.