Sebastian

Heaven knows with what unwillingness and hate I enter this damn'd place. But such extremes Of wrongs in love fight 'gainst religious knowledge, That were I led by this disease to deaths As numberless as creatures that must die, I could not shun the way. I know what 'tis To pity madmen now; they're wretched things That ever were created, if they be Of woman's making and her faithless vows. I fear they're now a-kissing. What's a'clock? 'Tis now but suppertime, but night will come, And all new-married couples make short suppers.-- Whate'er thou art, I have no spare time to fear thee; My horrors are so strong and great already That thou seem'st nothing. Up and laze not; Hadst thou my business, thou couldst ne'er sit so: 'Twould firk thee into air a thousand mile Beyond thy ointments. I would I were read So much in thy black power [as] mine own griefs. I'm in great need of help: wilt give me any?