Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.