Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.
Even a little gift may be vast with loving kindness.
Sameron adion aso I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
Cats will always lie soft.