Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!