I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World With Vilest Worms To Dwell: Nay, If You Read This Line, Remember Not The Hand That Writ It, For I Love You So, That I In Your Sweet Thoughts Would Be Forgot, If Thinking On Me Then Should Make You Woe. O! If, I Say, You Look Upon This Verse When I Perhaps Compounded Am With Clay, Do Not So Much As My Poor Name Rehearse; But Let Your Love Even With My Life Decay; Lest The Wise World Should Look Into Your Moan, And Mock You With Me After I Am Gone.