You Shall More Command With Years Than

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.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love, Whose Fresh Complexion And Whose Heart Together Affliction Alters.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

Thus With A Kiss I Die

We Cannot All Be Masters.