Thy love is such I can no way repay; The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? She is weary of dance and play. And I now have another resource site that I added to my list. Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray.