Were Kisses All The Joys

Most Dangerous Is That Temptation That Doth Goad Us On To Sin In Loving Virtue.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

See The Minutes, How They Run, How Many Make The Hour Full Complete; How Many Hours Bring About The Day; How Many Days Will Finish Up The Year; How Many Years A Mortal Man May Live.

Now Stand You On The Top Of Happy Hours, And Many Maiden Gardens Yet Unset, With Virtuous Wish Would Bear You Living Flowers, Much Liker Than Your Painted Counterfeit: So Should The Lines Of Life That Life Repair Which This, Time's Pencil, Or My Pupil Pen Neither In Inward Worth Nor Outward Fair Can Make You Live Your Self In Eyes Of Men.