But What Is Past My

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.

If Men Wound You With Injuries, Meet Them With Patience; Hasty Words Rankle The Wound, Soft Language Dresses It, Forgiveness Cures It, And Oblivion Takes Away The Scar. It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.