Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
And makes me poor indeed.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.