What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!