For In That Sleep Of Death What

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

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

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.