Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.