The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
Truth never was indebted to a lie
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Time elaborately thrown away.