Love hath made thee a tame snake
Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.