How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.
we give each other a smile with a future in it
And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.
I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms; As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.