- false face must hide what the false heart doth know
- your hand, your tongue look the like innocent flower but be the serpent under't
- stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires
- fill me from the crown to the toe, top full of direst cruelty
- oh full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife
- sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep!
- to dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds