Nature Hath No Goal Though She Hath

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.

All Whom War, Dearth, Age, Agues, Tyrannies, Despair, Law, Chance, Hath Slain.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.