Well, well, well,—
... God, God forgive us all!
—Macbeth, Act V., Sc. i.
XV. [ANNABEL LEE]
I was a child, and she was a child
In this kingdom by the sea;
And we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
—EDGAR ALLAN POE.
XVI. [CRISEYDE]
... Love hadde his dwellinge
With-inne the subtile stremes of hir yën.
Book I., 304-5.
Y-wis, my dere herte, I am nought wrooth,
Have here my trouthe and many another ooth;
Now speek to me, for it am I, Criseyde!
Book III., 1110-2.