Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With

All Heaven And Earth Are Still, Though Not In Sleep, But Breathless, As We Grow When Feeling Most.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

Tis An Old Lesson; Time Approves It True, And Those Who Know It Best, Deplore It Most; When All Is Won That All Desire To Woo, The Paltry Prize Is Hardly Worth The Cost.