I Did Never Know So Full A

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!