For You Know That I Myself Am

The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The More There Is Of Love.

The Poor Child Was The Drudge Of The Household, And Was Always In The Wrong. He Was, However, The Most Bright And Discreet Of All The Brothers; And If He Spoke Little, He Heard And Thought The More.

After A Hundred Years The Son Of The King Then Reigning, Who Was Of Another Family From That Of The Sleeping Princess, Was A-hunting On That Side Of The Country, And He Asked What Those Towers Were Which He Saw In The Middle Of A Great Thick Wood.

Charm Is The True Gift Of The Fairies.

To Wait So Long/and Want A Man Refined And Strong/is Not At All Uncommon. And Yet To Wait One Hundred Years/without A Tear, Without A Care/makes For A Very Rare Woman. So Here Our Tale Appears To Show/how Marriage Deferred/brings Joy Unheard/nothing Lost After A Century Or So. But Others Love With More Ardor/and Wed Quickly Out Of Passion/whatever They Do/i Won’t Deplore/nor Shall I Preach A Lesson.