Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies,

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air