The Day Breaks Not, It Is My

I Am Two Fools, I Know, For Loving, And For Saying So.

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.