Blessings Of Your Heart, You

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.