None Pities Him That Is In The

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score; Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More: A Thousand To That Hundred: So Kiss On, To Make That Thousand Up A Million. Treble That Million, And When That Is Done, Let's Kiss Afresh, As When We First Begun.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.