Fairies Use Flowers For Their

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity