In thy foul throat thou liest.
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.