He Who Did Well In

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A Rose.

When A Man's Busy, Why Leisure Strikes Him As Wonderful Pleasure: 'faith, And At Leisure Once Is He? Straightway He Wants To Be Busy.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!