All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Swift as shadow, short as any dream
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil!