In Friendship, As In Love, We Are

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

I Have Thought Some Of Nature's Journeymen Had Made Men And Not Made Them Well, They Imitated Humanity So Abominably.