. . . Change Is The Nursery

Whoever Loves, If He Do Not Propose The Right True End Of Love, He's One That Goes To Sea For Nothing But To Make Him Sick.

In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

If Ever Any Beauty I Did See, Which I Desired, And Got, 'twas But A Dream Of Thee.

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.

Any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.