you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!

Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and below

Take me as godfather." The man asked, "Who art thou?" "I am Death, and I make all equal." Then said the man, "Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; thou shalt be godfather." Death answered, "I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.