Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.