I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.