Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.