Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.
Remembrance of things past.
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.