I Would Have Preferred To Have Been

The Time Will Come When Every Change Shall Cease, This Quick Revolving Wheel Shall Rest In Peace: No Summer Then Shall Glow, Not Winter Freeze; Nothing Shall Be To Come, And Nothing Past, But An Eternal Now Shall Ever Last.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.