Death Grinn'd Horrible A Ghastly Smile, To

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

For Books Are Not Absolutely Dead Things, But Do Contain A Potency Of Life In Them To Be As Active As That Soul Was Whose Progeny They Are; Nay, They Do Preserve As In A Vial The Purest Efficacy And Extraction Of That Living Intellect That Bred Them.

Implied Subjection, But Requir'd With Gentle Sway, And By Her Yielded, By Him Best Receiv'd,- Yielded With Coy Submission, Modest Pride, And Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay.