I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

Our Faults Are Not Seen, But Past Us; Neither Felt, But Only In The Punishment.

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.