Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,
Great Love, some legacies: here I bequeathe
Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see,
If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee;
My tongue to Fame, to embassadors my ears;
      To women, or the sea, my tears;
    Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore
  By making me serve her who had twenty...