A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.

I Sing Of Brooks, Of Blossoms, Birds, And Bowers: Of April, May, Or June, And July Flowers. I Sing Of Maypoles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes, Of Bridegrooms, Brides, And Of The Bridal Cakes.