Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

Being Your Slave What Should I Do But Tend, Upon The Hours, And Times Of Your Desire? I Have No Precious Time At All To Spend; Nor Services To Do Till You Require.