Her very frowns are fairer far, / Than smiles of other maidens are. |
If we take care of the inches, we will not have to worry about the miles |
She is not fair to outward view / As many maidens be; / Her loveliness I never knew / Until she smiled on me. |
She is not fair to outward view / As many maidens be; / Her loveliness I never knew / Until she smiled on me. |
The merry year is born like the bright berry from the naked thorn. |