We Have Seen Better Days.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

I Am Disgraced, Impeached, And Baffled Here, Pierced To The Soul With Slander's Venomed Spear.

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.