Sameron adion aso I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Faults are beauties in a lovers eye.
Trying will do anything in this world.
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.
Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.