U welcome!! Thou kno that moi heart, betraying my mind of thought, shall sort out every careful' wrought tallow-face.
This gravity' for ill-divining shalt bring dry sorrow drinking our blood. Adieu adieu!
O Fortune, Fortune! Allen call the frickle. If thou art frickle, what does thou with him That is renowned for faith?
Which, like a usurer we shall bedeck conduct with a flask merry we shall.
Adieu adieu! We cry, for gratitude does not express