'Come seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful
day, and with thy bloody and invisible hand, cancel
and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me
pale'
'night's black agents to their preys do rouse'
'fog and filthy air'
'make our faces masks to our hearts'
'there's no art to find the mind's construction in the face'
'instruments of darkness'
'Stars, hide your fires. Let
not light see my black and
deep desires