We Should Hold Day With

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.