I Wish You All The Joy That

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

But Thou Art Fair, And At Thy Birth, Dear Boy, Nature And Fortune Join'd To Make Thee Great: Of Nature's Gifts Thou Mayst With Lilies Boast, And With The Half-blown Rose; But Fortune, O!

Most Dangerous Is That Temptation That Doth Goad Us On To Sin In Loving Virtue.