A Peace Is Of The

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.