The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little
mouse.

The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little
mouse.

Promising is the eve of giving.

Promising is the eve of giving.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body.
[A piece of a Churchyard fits every body.]

A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body.
[A piece of a Churchyard fits every body.]

Many a smale maketh a grate.

Many a smale maketh a grate.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

And what love can do, that does love attempt.

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.