Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Let bygones be bygones.