Let Greeks Be Greeks, And Women What

What To My Saviour Shall I Givewho Freely Hath Done This For Me?i'll Serve Him Here Whilst I Shall Liveand Loue Him To Eternity

O Time The Fatal Wrack Of Mortal Things, That Draws Oblivion's Curtains Over Kings; Their Sumptuous Monuments, Men Know Them Not, Their Names Without A Record Are Forgot, Their Parts, Their Ports, Their Pomps All Laid In Th' Dust Nor Wit Nor Gold, Nor Buildings Scape Time's Rust; But He Whose Name Is Graved In The White Stone Shall Last And Shine When All Of These Are Gone.

The Stones And Trees, Insensible To Time, / Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen; / If Winter Come, And Greenness Then Do Fade / A Spring Returns, And They More Youthful Made; / But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Lov'd By Wife, Then Thee; If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women, If You Can I Prize Thy Love More Than Whole Mines Of Gold. Or All The Riches That The East Doth Hold. My Love Is Such That Rivers Cannot Quench, Nor Ought But Love From Thee, Give Recompense. Thy Love Is Such I Can No Way Repay, The Heavens Reward Thee Manifold Repay, Then While We Live, In Love Let's So Persevere That When We Live No More, We May Live Ever.

And Time Brings Down What Is Both Strong And Tall. But Plants New Set To Be Eradicate, And Buds New Blown, To Have So Short A Date, Is By His Hand Alone That Guides Nature And Fate.