Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

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

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.