The Rich Have No More

I Have Done One Braver Thing Than All The Worthies Did, And Yet A Braver Thence Doth Spring, Which Is, To Keep That Hid.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.