He Nothing Common Did, Or Mean, /

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.

Therefore The Love Which Us Doth Bind, But Fate So Enviously Debars, Is The Conjunction Of The Mind, And Opposition Of The Stars.

How Fit He Is To Sway That Can So Well Obey.

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

Though I Carry Always Some Ill-nature About Me, Yet It Is, I Hope, No More Than Is In This World Necessary For A Preservative.