What Wondrous Life Is This

And Now, When I Have Summed Up All My Store, Thinking (so I Myself Deceive) So Rich A Chaplet Thence To Weave As Never Yet The King Of Glory Wore, Alas! I Find The Serpent Old, That, Twining In His Speckled Breast, About The Flowers Disguised Does Fold With Wreaths Of Fame And Interest.

Therefore The Love Which Us Doth Bind, But Fate So Enviously Debars, Is The Conjunction Of The Mind, And Opposition Of The Stars.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.

Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have Been Lilies Without, Roses Within.