Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

A House With A Great Wine Stored Below Lives In Our Imagination As A Joyful House, Fast And Splendidly Rooted In The Soil.

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.