Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.

Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.

Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.