A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.

Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?

Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.

But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? A heart whence warm…

Oh Billie I want you so, I'm trying to meet you. Too many things they don't know, too many repeatings, of beatings. ~ 'Closet'

Caraf trachas Lloegyr, lleudir goglet hediw, ac yn amgant y Lliw lliwas callet. Caraf am rotes rybuched met, myn y dyhaet my meith gwyrysset. Carafy theilu ae …