A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

I'll Read Enough When I Do See The Very Book Indeed Where All My Sins Are Writ, And That's Myself.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.