Put Money In Thy Purse.

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.