There's A Time For All Things.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

How Much An Ill Word May Empoison Liking!