The will of man is by his reason sway'd.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.