Sweet Swan Of Avon! What

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.