He Who Has Suffered Shipwreck,

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.