Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

But Wherefore Could Not I Pronounce 'amen'? I Had Most Need Of Blessing, And 'amen' Stuck In My Throat.

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.