In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.