So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me,

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

O For A Horse With Wings!

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!