She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

In right and service to their noble country.

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

To be direct and honest is not safe.