If I Dream I Have You, I

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.

O How Feeble Is Man's Power, That If Good Fortune Fall, Cannot Add Another Hour, Nor A Lost Hour Recall!

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.