Come , Celia, let's agree at last
— To love and live in quiet;
Let's tie the knot so very fast
— That time shall ne'er untie it.
Love's dearest joys they never prove,
— Who free from quarrels live;
'Tis sure a godlike part of love
— Each other to forgive.

When least I seemed concerned I took
— No pleasure, nor had rest;
And when I feigned an angry look,
— Alas! I loved you best.
Say but the same to me, you'll find
— How blest will be our fate;
Sure to be grateful, to be kind,
— Can never be too late.

Of all the beauteous wares
Exposed for sale at fairs,
None will give more delight
Than those that to your sight
From distant lands we bring.
Oh, hark to what we sing!
These beauteous birds behold,
They're brought here to be sold.

And first the big one see,
SOfull of roguish glee!
With light and merry bound
He leaps upon the ground;
Then springs up on the bough.
We will not praise him now.
The merry bird behold, —
He's brought here to be sold.

And now the small one see!
A modest look has he,

‘Com my swete, com my flowr,
Com my culver, myn owne bowr,
Com my moder now with me,
For Heven-quene I make thee.’

‘My swete Sone, with al my love
I com with thee to thyn above;
Wher thou art now let me be,
For al my love is laid on thee.’

Coal black woman
fry no meat for me
No coal black woman can
fry no meat for me
You know black is evil
that gal may poison me

I got a new way of spelling
sweet old Tennessee
New way of spelling
sweet old Tennessee
New way of spelling
sweet old Tennessee
Double T, double N,
double T, double S, U, Z

My girl rolled and tumbled
cried the whole night long
Rolled and tumbled
cried the whole night long
Rolled and tumbled
cried the whole night long
She received that message
that the man she loved was gone

The clock within us, speaking time
By heart-beat seconds and by mental years,
Is garrulous in any gear,
So life at once seems short and endless.
Who is not glad to find the hour later than he thought?
For so he has killed, not time
But the inward timing of the ceaseless rote.
Its beat, which makes him count the cost
Of that creation which, loving, he cannot resist,
Hurries him on to end whatever was begun —
The child, to be grown, the poem, to be done.

But in each other's arms,
Or on the tide of prayer, when we

Christ, my Beloved which still doth feed
Among the flowers, having delight
Among his faithful lilies,
Doth take great care for me indeed,
And I again with all my might
Will do what so his will is.

My Love in me and I in him,
Conjoined by love, will till abide
Among the faithful lilies
Till day do break, and truth do dim
All shadows dark and cause them slide,
According as his will is.

Christ maketh to man a fair present--
His blody body with love brent.
That blisful body his lif hath lent
For love of man that sinne hath blent.
O! love, love, what hast thou ment?
Me thinketh that love to wrathe is went.

Thy loveliche hondes love hath to-rent,
And thy lithe armes well streit itent.
Thy brest is baar, thy body is bent,
For wrong hath wonne and right is shent.

Thy milde boones love hath to-drawe:
The nailes, thy feet han all to-gnawe;
The Lord of love love hath now slawe--
Whane love is strong it hath no lawe.

Choose me your Valentine;
Next, let us marry:
Love to the death will pine,
If we long tarry.

Promise, and keep your vowes,
Or vow ye never:
Loves doctrine disallowes
Troth-breakers ever.

You have broke promise twice
(Deare) to undoe me;
If you prove faithlesse thrice,
None then will wooe ye.

" We that so long have held each other dear,
Join hands, Beloved; purposing to be
One hand and life, one effort and career,
One soul and self, into Eternity. "

Can the lover share his soul,
Or the mistress show her mind;
Can the body beauty share,
Or lust satisfaction find?

Marriage is but keeping house,
Sharing food and company,
What has this to do with love
Or the body's beauty?

If love means affection, I
Love old trees, hats, coats and things,
Anything that's been with me
In my daily sufferings.

Can it be true, that we can meet,
As other strangers in the street;
No deep emotions quickly rise,
No hidden language in our eyes,
No sudden crimson-mantled cheek,
No thrilling word of pleasure speak?

Yes! Thine was love of yesterday;
This morning found it far away,
In search of newer conquests gone,
Leaving me desolate and lone,
In vain I sought to break the spell,
My strenuous efforts fruitless fell.

The cloud o'erspread my sunny sky,
And settled slowly like a pall,
And clad my life in misery,