A Man Can Die But

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove. O, No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark, That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken. It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.

Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.