Excerpt from Clare Abbey, or the Trials of Youth, Vol. 1 of 2 My hand was next to them, and then, my heart I took without more thinking in good part Time's gentle admonition, Which did so sweetly Death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers sweetly your time ye spent, Fit while ye lived for health and ornament And after death for cures; I follow straight, without complaint or grief, Since if my scent be good, I care not if It be as short as yours. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.