Every good servant does not all commands.

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.