But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.