O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten Warm With Ale.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.