Full Oft We See Cold

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.