SURE, ‘t is time to have resign’d
All the dainties of the mind,
And to take a little rest
After Life’s too lengthen’d feast.
Why then turn the casket-key?
What is there within to see?
Whose is this dark twisted hair?
Whose this other, crisp and fair?
Whose the slender ring? now broken
Undesignedly, a token,
Love said mine; and Friendship said
So I fear; and shook her head.