Gather The Flowers, But Spare The Buds.

Therefore The Love Which Us Doth Bind, But Fate So Enviously Debars, Is The Conjunction Of The Mind, And Opposition Of The Stars.

But Fate Does Iron Wedges Drive, And Always Crowds Itself Betwixt.

I Have A Garden Of My Own, But So With Roses Overgrown, And Lilies, That You Would It Guess To Be A Little Wilderness.

And All The Way, To Guide Their Chime, With Falling Oars They Kept Their Time.

How Could Such Sweet And Wholesome Hours Be Reckoned, But In Herbs And Flowers?