Can I Go Forward When My Heart

If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me; For Now Hath Time Made Me His Numbering Clock: My Thoughts Are Minutes; And With Sighs They Jar Their Watches On Unto Mine Eyes, The Outward Watch, Whereto My Finger, Like A Dial's Point, Is Pointing Still, In Cleansing Them From Tears. Now Sir, The Sound That Tells What Hour It Is Are Clamorous Goans, Which Strike Upon My Heart, Which Is The Bell: So Sighs And Tears And Groans Show Minutes, Times, And Hours.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their Hands Are.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return