Do Not Spread The Compost On The

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.