Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended.

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.