I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.