The Power To Console Is Not Within

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

I Had No Time To Hate, Because The Grave Would Hinder Me, And Life Was Not So Ample I Could Finish Enmity Nor Had I Time To Love: But Since Some Industry Must Be, The Little Toil Of Love, I Thought, Was Large Enough For Me.

How Much Can Come And Much Can Go, And Yet Abide The World!