To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.

Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.

Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.