You Will Never Age For Me, Nor

Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting Sun.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

The Spirit Of A Youth That Means To Be Of Note, Begins Betimes.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.