O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.