Nay Then, Let The Devil

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.