O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet