I Have Touched The Highest Point Of

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Thou Art Not So Unkind As Mans Ingratitude Thy Tooth Is Not So Keen, Because Thou Art Not Seen, Although Thy Breath Be Rude. Heigh-ho Sing, Heigh-ho Unto The Green Holly Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly. Then Heigh-ho The Holly This Life Is Most Jolly. Freeze, Freeze, Thou Bitter Sky, That Dost Not Bite So Nigh As Benefits Forgot Though Thou The Waters Warp, Thy Sting Is Not So Sharp As Friend Rememberd Not.

Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.