These Flowers Are Like The

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

But Whate'er I Am, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is, With Nothing Shall Be Pleased 'til He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.