I fear too early, for my mind misgives

Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

Shall bitterly begin this fearful date

With this night’s revels, and expire the term

Of a despised life clos’d in my breast

By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

But He that hath steerage of my course

Direct my sail ! On, lusty gentlemen!

Respond now!

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