In The Hour Of My Distress, When

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Springtime, Fresh And Green

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.