Can I Go Forward When

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

Who Has A Book Of All That Monarchs Do, He's More Secure To Keep It Shut Than Shown; For Vice Repeated Is Like The Wand'ring Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eye, To Spread Itself; And Yet The End Of All Is Bought Thus Dear, The Breath Is Gone, And The Sore Eyes See Clear To Stop The Air Would Hurt Them.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.