To Beguile The Time, Look Like The

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.