What's Past And What's To Come Is

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo