We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.