But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

My heart is ever at your service.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!