As You Are Old And Reverend, You

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.