about seven years past, with some others of affinity thereto, for my private exercise and satisfaction, I had at leisurable hours composed

‘Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear: Things growing to themselves are growth’s abuse: Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty; Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty.

There's been a lot of screening, and people still die," says Ian Thompson, a urologic oncologist at the University of Texas Health Science Center, San Antonio.

You hold the skein: wind, Thomas, wind / The thread of eternal life and death.