Then here’s to the oak, the brave old oak,Who stands in his pride alone!And still flourish he, a hale green tree,When a hundred years are gone!
Thirty dayes hath Nouember,Aprill, June and September,February hath xxviii alone,And all the rest haue xxxi.richard grafton
Meet me by moonlight alone, and then I will tell you a tale. Must be told by the moonlight alone, in the grove at the end of the vale! You must promise to come, for I said I would show the night-flowers their queen. Nay, turn not away that sweet head,'tis the loveliest ever was seen.j. augustine wade