Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

The Present Eye Praises The Present Object.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73