Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.