This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm,

Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance; Pray You, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts. There's Fennel For You, And Columbines: — There 's Rue For You; And Here's Some For Me: — We May Call It, Herb Of Grace O'sundays: — You May Wear Your Rue With A Difference. — There's A Daisy: — I Would Give You Some Violets; But They Withered All, When My Father Died: — They Say, He Made A Good End.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.