Come And Trip It As Ye Go

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

Flowers Of All Hue, And Without Thorn The Rose.

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?