“Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.”

“XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.”

“For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.”

“Yet how proud we are,In daring to look down upon ourselves!”

“Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!”

“So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.”

“Merrily, merrily shall I live now,Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.”

“All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.”