The Insolence Of Office.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With Raining.

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.