Death Ready Stands To Interpose

No War Or Battle Sound Was Heard The World Around.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap, Or Be With Ease Gathered, Not Harshly Plucked, For Death Mature: This Is Old Age; But Then Thou Must Outlive Thy Youth, Thy Strength, Thy Beauty, Which Will Change To Withered Weak And Grey.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.