I Love A Ballad In Print O'

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance; Pray You, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts. There's Fennel For You, And Columbines: — There 's Rue For You; And Here's Some For Me: — We May Call It, Herb Of Grace O'sundays: — You May Wear Your Rue With A Difference. — There's A Daisy: — I Would Give You Some Violets; But They Withered All, When My Father Died: — They Say, He Made A Good End.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things, Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love.