Society Is No Comfort, To

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love