Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness.