There Was Never Yet Philosopher

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance. Pray You, Love, Remember.

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!