We Will Draw The Curtain And Show

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Washed With Dew.

Her Father Lov'd Me; Oft Invited Me; Still Question'd Me The Story Of My Life, From Year To Year, The Battles, Sieges, Fortunes, That I Have Pass'd.

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.