We Bring Forth Weeds When

To Be In Anger Is Impiety, But Who Is Man That Is Not Angry?

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.