If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

Time Is The King Of Men.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?