Tis Not The Food, But The Content,

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.