Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is

Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have Been Lilies Without, Roses Within.

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

No White Nor Red Was Ever Seen So Am'rous As This Lovely Green. Fond Lovers, Cruel As Their Flame, Cut In These Trees Their Mistress' Name. Little, Alas, They Know Or Heed How Far These Beauties Hers Exceed! Fair Trees! Where S'e'er Your Barks I Wound, No Name Shall But Your Own Be Found.

Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is Short.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.