Love Is Not Ful Of

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.