poems
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wide rose briar friendship is like the hooly tree the holly tree is dark when the rose brair blooms but whitch will bllom most constantly? the wild rose briar is sweet in the spring it's summer yet waits till winter comes again and who will call the wild brair fair? Then scorn the silly rose wreth now and deck thee with the holly's sheen that when december blight thy brow he may still leave garland green
