Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.