Men's Faults Do Seldom To

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.