What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn