That Truth Should Be Silent I Had

The Crown O' The Earth Doth Melt. My Lord! O, Wither'd Is The Garland Of The War, The Soldier's Pole Is Fall'n: Young Boys And Girls Are Level Now With Men; The Odds Is Gone, And There Is Nothing Left Remarkable Beneath The Visiting Moon.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.

Time Goes On Crutches Till Love Have All His Rites.