Relationships and Family

My sister and my sister’s child,

My sister and my sister’s child,

Mad about the boy.

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,

Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

There is no finer investment for any community than putting milk into babies.

O yonge, fresshe folkes, he or she,

Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye.

My days are in the yellow leaf;

In her first passion woman loves her lover,

A little still she strove, and much repented,

A little still she strove, and much repented,

Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart,

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery,

There were his young barbarians all at play,

There were his young barbarians all at play,

It was very good of God to let Carlyle and Mrs Carlyle marry one another and so make only two people miserable instead of four.

Love is a boy, by poets styled,

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose

My love she’s but a lassie yet.

John Anderson my jo, John,