Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.