The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

The People Are The City.