In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

O How Feeble Is Man's Power, That If Good Fortune Fall, Cannot Add Another Hour, Nor A Lost Hour Recall!

All Kings, And All Their Favorites, All Glory Of Honors, Beauties, Wits, The Sun Itself, Which Makes Times, As They Pass, Is Elder By A Year, Now, Than It Was When Thou And I First One Another Saw: All Other Things, To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hash, Nor Yesterday, Running, It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.