Tears Are The Noble Language Of The

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.