Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.