Who Longest Waits Most Surely Wins.

No Days Such Honored Days As These! While Yet Fair Aphrodite Reigned, Men Seeking Wide For Some Fair Thing Which Should Forever Bide On Earth, Her Beauteous Memory To Set In Fitting Frame That No Age Could Forget, Her Name In Lovely April's Name Did Hide, And Leave It There, Eternally Allied To All The Fairest Flowers Spring Did Beget.

When Love Is At Its Best, One Loves So Much That He Cannot Forget.

Stain My Eyes As I May, On All Sides All Is Black.

I Know The Lands Are Lit, With All The Autumn Blaze Of Goldenrod.

O Sweet, Delusive Noon, Which The Morning Climbs To Find, O Moment Sped Too Soon, And Morning Left Behind.