This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

Obey Thy Parents, Keep Thy Word Justly; Swear Not; Commit Not With Man's Sworn Spouse; Set Not Thy Sweet Heart On Proud Array. * * * Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Pen From Lenders' Books.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.