I Am Not The Rose, But I

There's No Workman, Whatsoever He Be, That May Both Work Well And Hastily.

Yblessed Be God That I Have Wedded Fyve! Welcome The Sixte, Whan That Evere He Shal.

Every Honest Miller Has A Golden Thumb.

Take A Cat, Nourish It Well With Milk And Tender Meat, Make It A Couch Of Silk.

Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery. When Mast'ry Comes, The God Of Love Anon Beateth His Wings, And, Farewell, He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Any Spirit Free.