He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.