Walter Scott

“ True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven.
It is not Fantasy's hot fire,
Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die;
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver cord, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind
In body and in soul can bind. ”

“ No mortal man should us divide,
Till one, or both of us, did die:
Yet, rest thee God! for well I know,
I ne'er shall find a nobler foe!
In all the northern counties here,
Whose word is, Snafle, spur, and spear [5] ,
Thou wert the best to follow gear ”

“ Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
And smooth his path from earth to heaven. ”