I Do Know When The Blood Burns,

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety.