If To Do Were As Easy As

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

This Liberty Is All That I Request.