Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.