I fear too early, for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night’s revels, and expire the term
Of a despisèd life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.
Metaphor in text: Romeo compares his life with a steering wheel which is controlled by God. (But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.)