Sonnet 78:

Lick my rush.
Captain scientist, see what we’ve doubled? See what you can do! your eyes throw us in a hole and keep me there, cover me up. Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was speaking on high to sing to the best interest of the corps. Eh, same time, so often have I invoked you as my muse, I’m afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.