My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

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

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.