O let the heavens give him defence against the elements
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea
O, behold the riches of the ship
Is come on shore
You rise to play
And go to bed to work
I am not merry
But I do beguile
With a little web as thing will I
Ensnare as great a fly as Cassio
My soul hath her
Content so absolute
As honest
As I am
Honey you shall be
Well desir’d in Cyprus
Her eye must be fed.
And what delight will she have to look on the devil