I Would We Were All Of One

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

For So Work The Honey Bees, Creatures That By A Rule In Nature Teach The Act Of Order To A Peopled Kingdom.

And Then He Drew A Dial From His Poke, And Looking With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, 'it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See', Quoth He, 'how The World Wags: 'tis But An Hour Ago Since It Was Nine, And After One Hour More 'twill Be Eleven; And So From Hour To Hour We Ripe And Ripe, And Then From Hour To Hour We Rot And Rot.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.