The Love Of Heaven Makes

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines