A Knot You Are Of

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.