"Good news! Good news! Lo! the spring is at hand, If the blossoms did not shine as bright helmets, How could the fruits d..."

"In outward form thou art the microcosm But in reality the macrocosm, Seemingly the bough is the cause of the fruit, But ..."

"Nor gold nor silver seek I but above All gifts, the heart, and buy it with my love, Yea! one sad contrite heart which me..."