The index then may cease its round. And time be never more for me!
I shall remember: pause, ere 'tis too late.
Thereto a perfect right hast thou. My strength I do not rashly overrate. Slave
am I here, at any rate, If thine, or whose, it matters not, I trow.
At thine inaugural feast I will this day Attend, my duties to commence. But
one thing! - Accidents may happen, hence A line or two in writing grant, I
A writing, Pedant! dost demand from me? Man, and man's plighted word, are
these unknown to thee? Is't not enough, that by the word I gave, My doom