Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
Today will die tomorrow.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.
While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.