Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart To Take A Tedious Leave.