Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.