What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair,

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.