A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.

The Body Is The Soul's Poor House Or Home, Whose Ribs The Laths Are And Whose Flesh The Loam.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.