My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.