The Hand That Hath Made You Fair

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

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