sticks on
the
tree;But
fall,
unshaken,
when they
mellow be.
Most
necessary
'tis that
we forget
To pay
ourselves
what to
ourselves
is debt:
What to
ourselves
in passion
we
propose,
The
passion
ending,
doth the
purpose
lose. The
violence
of either
grief or
joy Their
own
enactures
with
themselves
destroy:
Where joy
most
revels,
grief doth
most
lament;Grief
joys, joy
grieves,
on slender
accident.
This world
is not for
aye, nor
'tis not
