I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.