Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You,

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.