I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now.
This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.