Be Patient, For The World

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

And Since You Know You Cannot See Yourself, So Well As By Reflection, I, Your Glass, Will Modestly Discover To Yourself, That Of Yourself Which You Yet Know Not Of.

Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

The Moon's An Arrant Thief, And Her Pale Fire She Snatches From The Sun.