Who After His Transgression Doth

I Sing Of Brooks, Of Blossoms, Birds, And Bowers: Of April, May, Or June, And July Flowers. I Sing Of Maypoles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes, Of Bridegrooms, Brides, And Of The Bridal Cakes.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

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