No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.