I Am Declined Into The Vale Of

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!