Ah, What A Sign It Is Of

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

So Holy And So Perfect Is My Love, And I In Such A Poverty Of Grace, That I Shall Think It A Most Plenteous Crop To Glean The Broken Ears After The Man That The Main Harvest Reaps.

Crabbed Age And Youth Cannot Live Together; Youth Is Full Of Pleasure, Age Is Full Of Care; Youth Like Summer Morn, Age Like Winter Weather; Youth Like Summer Brave, Age Like Winter Bare. Youth Is Full Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, Age Is Tame. Age, I Do Abhor Thee; Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

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.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.