Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

Crabbed Age And Youth Cannot Live Together; Youth Is Full Of Pleasure, Age Is Full Of Care; Youth Like Summer Morn, Age Like Winter Weather; Youth Like Summer Brave, Age Like Winter Bare. Youth Is Full Sport, Age's Breath Is Short; Youth Is Nimble, Age Is Lame; Youth Is Hot And Bold, Age Is Weak And Cold; Youth Is Wild, Age Is Tame. Age, I Do Abhor Thee; Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!