the time of life is short ; to spend that shortness basely, it would be too long .In delay there lies no plenty , Then come kiss me , sweet and twenty , Youth's a stuff that will not endure .Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

the time of life is short ; to spend that shortness basely, it would be too long .In delay there lies no plenty , Then come kiss me , sweet and twenty , Youth's a stuff that will not endure .Ignorance is the curse of God, knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.