If They Love They Know Not Why,

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.