Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

How My Achievements Mock Me!

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.