He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
O wretched state! o bosom black as death!