Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.