Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.