I Am Declined Into The Vale Of

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.