When The Sea Was Calm All Ships

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Yet Mark'd I Where The Bolt Of Cupid Fell: It Fell Upon A Little Western Flower, Before Milk-white, Now Purple With Love's Wound, And Maidens Call It Love-in-idleness.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends