It Is Not Vain Glory

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.