Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And each, though enemies to eithers reign,
Is more than my oerpressed defence can bide?
And then thou lovest me for my name is Will.
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
The owners tongue doth publish every where.
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
My nobler part to my gross bodys treason;
And all those beauties whereof now he is king
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