Oon Ere It Herde, At Tother Out

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach

I Am Not The Rose, But I Have Lived Near The Rose.

I Gave My Whole Heart Up, For Him To Hold.

The Life So Brief, The Art So Long In The Learning, The Attempt So Hard, The Conquest So Sharp, The Fearful Joy That Ever Slips Away So Quickly - By All This I Mean Love, Which So Sorely Astounds My Feeling With Its Wondrous Operation, That When I Think Upon It I Scarce Know Whether I Wake Or Sleep.