When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
And simple truth miscalled simplicity
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.