All's Well In The End,

Strike The Iron Whilst It Is Hot.

The Lord Forbid That I Should Be Out Of Debt, As If Indeed I Could Not Be Trusted.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

If You Wish To Avoid Seeing A Fool, You Must First Break Your Mirror

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.