Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old Man’s Eye, And Where Care Lodges, Sleep Will Never Lie.

Affection, Mistress Of Passion, Sways It To The Mood Of What It Likes Or Loathes.

Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When Thou Wast Born, To Signify Thou Camest To Bite The World.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triump Die, Like Fire And Powder Which, As They Kiss, Consume