You Are A Lover. Borrow

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance; Pray You, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts. There's Fennel For You, And Columbines: — There 's Rue For You; And Here's Some For Me: — We May Call It, Herb Of Grace O'sundays: — You May Wear Your Rue With A Difference. — There's A Daisy: — I Would Give You Some Violets; But They Withered All, When My Father Died: — They Say, He Made A Good End.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.