A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie

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.

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.