love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.