In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

All that is not given is lost.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!