Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!

Accurst Be He That First Invented War.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.