O but (quoth she) great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said. Right so ; (quoth he) but he, that neuer would, Could neuer : will to might giues greatest aid. But griefe (quoth she) does greater grow displaid, If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire. Despaire breedes not (quoth he) where faith is staid. No faith so fast (quoth she) but flesh does paire. Flesh may empaire (quoth he) but reason can repaire.
Edward Thomas Digging
To-day I think Only with scents, – scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field ;
Odours that rise the root of a tree Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery ;
The smoke's smell, too, a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, And all
