“IVYes, I have a thousand tongues,And nine and nighty-nine lie.Though I strive to use the one,It will make no melody at my will, But is dead in my mouth.”

“There was a man with tongue of wood who essayed to sing,and in truth it was lamentable;but there was one who heard the clip-clapper of this tongue of wood,and knew what the man wished to sing,and with that the singer was content.”

“A learned man came to me once.He said, "I know the way, -- come."And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened.Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of my feet.I clung to the hand of my friend;But at last he cried, "I am lost.”

“But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart.”

“XXA learned man came to me once.He said, "I know the way, - come."And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened,Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of me feet.I clung to the hand of my friend;But at last he cried, "I am lost.”

“She thinks my name is Freddie, you know, but of course it ain't. Ialways tell these people some name like that, because if they got ontoyour right name they might use it sometime. Understand?”

“XXVIThere was set before me a mighty hill,And long days I climbedThrough regions of snow.When I had before me the summit-view,It seemed my laborHad been to see gardensLying at impossible distances.”