Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.
Man will ever stand in need of man.
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.
Sameron adion aso I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Even a little gift may be vast with loving kindness.