Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

The Hideous God Of War.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.