Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Before Man's Fall The Rose Was Born,st. Ambrose Says, Without The Thorn;but For Man's Fault Then Was The Thornwithout The Fragrant Rose-bud Born; But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.