Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.