Patch Grief With Proverbs.

Love Goes Toward Love.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

When I Have Plucked The Rose, I Cannot Give It Vital Growth Again, It Needs Must Wither. I'll Smell It On The Tree.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.