My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.