Felds Hath Eyen, And Wode Have Eres.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.

If Were Not Foolish Young, Were Foolish Old.

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

Of Harmes Two The Lesse Is For To Cheese.