You Will Never Age For Me, Nor

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.