Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.