When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
The present eye praises the present object.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.