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.