My Salad Days, When I Was Green

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its Woe.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.