My Desolation Does Begin To Make A

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.