Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My

By My Troth, I Care Not; A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God A Death And Let It Go Which Way It Will He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

I May Command Where I Adore.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.