The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls

Love To Faults Is Always Blind, Always Is To Joy Inclined. Lawless, Winged, And Unconfined, And Breaks All Chains From Every Mind.

Such, Such Were The Joys When We All, Girls And Boys, In Our Youth Time Were Seen On The Echoing Green.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

Love Is Weak When There Is More Doubt Than There Is Trust, But Love Is Most Strong When You Learn To Trust Even With All The Doubts. If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.