I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

The Time Is Out Of Joint.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.