I cannot be much pleased without an appearance of truth; at least of possibility--I wish the history to be natural though the sent...iments are refined; and the characters to be probable, though their behaviour is excelling.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!... It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell thee on the tree.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,... I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »