O, How Full Of Briers Is This

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Eye Of Newt, And Toe Of Frog, Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog, Adder's Fork, And Blind-worm's Sting, Lizard's Leg, And Owlet's Wing, For A Charm Of Powerful Trouble, Like A Hell-broth Boil And Bubble.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!