Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.