Indeed There's A Woundy Luck

Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall Rise A Star.

He Was Not Of An Age, But For All Time!

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty Men; But At Our Parting, We Will Be, As When We Innocently Met.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.