Juliet Is The East And I Am

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.