Few Love To Hear The Sins They

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon Him.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.