I thought (but it was you) enter our gates;
My blood flew out, and back again as fast
As I had puffed it forth and suck’d it in
Like breath; then was I called away in haste
To entertain you. Never was a man
Heav’d from a sheep-cote to a sceptre, rais’d
So high in thoughts as I: you left a kiss
Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep
From you forever. I did hear you talk
Far above singing!’