So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster
I'll teach you differences.
Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?