Scotch Eggs and Whiskey

Prithee to thee, shower life in joy. For as contempt is to the contemptible, so is love to the lover.

Prithee to thee, give me all your woe, for my love is seen in the dew on a flower bud, seen in the seeds you sow.

An hour in a second, a day in a minute, life passes by as though a grain of sand cast about on a beach; for the rancor of hate lives and thrives as a leech.

Days may pass, months may fall, but Prithee to thee give me your all