Here Comes A Pair Of

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.