Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.