With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.

With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.

So still we glide down to the sea
Of fathomless eternity.

So still we glide down to the sea
Of fathomless eternity.

Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.

Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.

Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.

O rare protector of the sheep, a wolf!

O rare protector of the sheep, a wolf!

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that
which is done is that which read more

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that
which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new
thing under the sun.