How Fit He Is To Sway That

So Much One Man Can Do That Does Both Act And Know.

Now Therefore, While The Youthful Hue Sits On Thy Skin Like Morning Dew, And While Thy Willing Soul Transpires At Every Pore With Instant Fires Now Let Us Sport Us While We May, And Now, Like Amorous Birds Of Prey, Rather At Once Our Time Devour Than Languish In His Slow-chapped Power. Let Us Roll Our Strength And All Our Sweetness Up Into One Ball And Tear Our Pleasures With Rough Strife Through The Iron Gates Of Life: Thus, While We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run.

Gather The Flowers, But Spare The Buds.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns

What Wondrous Life Is This I Lead! Ripe Apples Drop About My Head.