And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Words to deeds cold breath gives.
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.