When That Churl Death My Bones With

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!