All Good Things Must Come To An

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

People Can Die Of Mere Imagination.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

There Was The Murdered Corpse, In Covert Laid, And Violent Death In Thousand Shapes Displayed; The City To The Soldier's Rage Resigned; Successless Wars, And Poverty Behind; Ships Burnt In Fight, Or Forced On Rocky Shores, And The Rash Hunter Strangled By The Boars; The Newborn Babe By Nurses Overlaid; And The Cook Caught Within The Raging Fire He Made.