The Body Is The Soul's

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!