My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.