The Weakest Goes To The

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.