woeful typhoid This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart And happy between kiss and kiss; My hope and all my riches _ yes! _ And all my happiness. For there, as in some mossy nest The wrens will divers treasures keep, I laid those treasures I possessed Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep, Shall we not be as wise as they Through love live but a day? -jj 000411 ... silentbob sullen 011113 what's it to you? who go blather from