I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.