For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
As chaste as unsunned snow.
So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.