If [god] Send Me No

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

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.