My Love's A Noble Madness.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.