None Pities Him That Is In The

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

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Live Thy Protestant To Be: Or Bid Me Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee, A Heart As Soft, A Heart As Kind, A Heart As Sound And Free As In The Whole World Thou Canst Find, That Heart I'll Give To Thee.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.