Is He On His Horse? O Happy

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

But Whate'er I Am, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is, With Nothing Shall Be Pleased 'til He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

My Thought, Whose Murder Yet Is But Fantastical, Shakes So My Single State Of Man That Function Is Smothered In Surmise, And Nothing Is But What Is Not.