I Am Declined Into The Vale Of

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?