Thou Art My Life, My

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Live Thy Protestant To Be: Or Bid Me Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee, A Heart As Soft, A Heart As Kind, A Heart As Sound And Free As In The Whole World Thou Canst Find, That Heart I'll Give To Thee.

Gather Ye Rose-buds While Ye May, Old Time Is Still A Flying: And This Same Flower That Smiles To Day, Tomorrow Will Be Dying.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.