'Death is a great price to pay for a red rose and life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the greenwood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of Gold, and the Moon in her chariot of Pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird, compared to the heart of a man'