Choose Love Not In The Shallows But

Because The Birthday Of My Life Is Come, My Love Is Come To Me.

All Things That Pass Are Wisdom's Looking-glass.

As A Tree My Sin Stands To Darken All Lands; Death Is The Fruit It Bore.

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

The Rose Saith In The Dewy Morn, I Am Most Fair; Yet All My Loveliness Is Born Upon A Thorn.