Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.

Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem Short.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.