The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.