He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
Thy friendship makes us fresh.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Who can control his fate?
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.