Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.

Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair, Which Like Two Spirits Do Suggest Me Still: The Better Angel Is A Man Right Fair, The Worser Spirit A Woman Coloured Ill.

As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight To See His Active Child Do Deeds Of Youth, So I, Made Lame By Fortune's Dearest Spite, Take All My Comfort Of Thy Worth And Truth.