Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

Much Rain Wears The Marble.