The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such

He Who Would Search For Pearls Must Dive Below.

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

Swift Was The Race, But Short The Time To Run.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.