The Child's Toys and the Old Man's ReasonsAre the Fruits of the Two seasons.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Abstinence sows sand all overThe ruddy limbs & flaming hair,But Desire GratifiedPlants fruits of life & beauty there.

The harlot's cry from street to street / Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

When nations grow old, the arts grow cold and commerce settles on every tree.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.