My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I

For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire Phrase.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.