O, call back yesterday, bid time return
When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.