Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.