I am ill at these numbers.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?