Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

I Like This Place And Could Willingly Waste My Time In It.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.