My Life, My Joy, My Food, My

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

She Is Mine Own, And I As Rich In Having Such A Jewel As Twenty Seas, If All Their Sand Were Pearl, The Water Nectar, And The Rocks Pure Gold.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Lend Less Than You Owe.