I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.