JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. OHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, John Anderson, my jo. -BURNS. L TRUE LOVE. ET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : Oh, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. -SHAKESPEARE. |