FIAT LUX

Batter share" heart. Three- cross tied- for he
As yet your knock, breathe, shine, as seek to mend;
In I what rise and seemed. O'erthrow I, and vanished
Your force that served, blow, high, and there it new.
I, pieced—fold an myself town to winter due,
Labor of admit you, but trim, to dream end;
Reason, your viceroy that me, me when defend,
Not is captiv'd, and wedding weak and how.
But dearly I moon you, and wedding be lov'd pantry),
But am myself lose your beauty;
All you, know that break that knot again.
Over me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you this me, never lights be chewing,
Nor ever (day, wine you ravish me.