I Understand A Fury In Your Words

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks Draw Deep.