How Soar Sweet Music Is,

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

When Daisies Pied And Violets Blue And Lady-smocks All Silver-white And Cuckoo-buds Of Yellow Hue Do Paint The Meadows With Delight, The Cuckoo Then, On Every Tree, Mocks Married Men; For Thus Sings He, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, Cuckoo; O, Word Of Fear, Unpleasing To A Married Ear.