Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
These blessed candles of the night.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it