Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

When Daffodils Begin To Peer, With Heigh! The Doxy, Over The Dale, Why, Then Comes In The Sweet O' The Year; For The Red Blood Reigns In The Winter's Pale. The White Sheet Bleaching On The Hedge, With Heigh! The Sweet Birds, O, How They Sing! Doth Set My Pugging Tooth On Edge; For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

. . From This Moment The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand. And Even Now, To Crown My Thoughts With Acts, Be It Thought And Done.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

You Know That Love Will Creep In Service Where It Cannot Go.