My Love Admits No Qualifying

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.

Under The Greenwood Tree, Who Loves To Lie With Me And Tune His Merry Note, Unto The Sweet Bird's Throat; Come Hither, Come Hither, Come Hither. Here Shall He See No Enemy But Winter And Rough Weather.

Why Are Our Bodies Soft, And Weak, And Smooth But That Our Soft Conditions And Our Hearts Should Well Agree With Our External Parts?