Pardon's The Word To All.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

When Daisies Pied And Violets Blue And Lady-smocks All Silver-white And Cuckoo-buds Of Yellow Hue Do Paint The Meadows With Delight, The Cuckoo Then, On Every Tree, Mocks Married Men; For Thus Sings He, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, Cuckoo; O, Word Of Fear, Unpleasing To A Married Ear.

Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The Eyes Of Men Without An Orator.

For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst Thou First Fall In Love With Me?

He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House And Home.