One Whom The Music Of His Own

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!