Make ends meet

Come, Agatha! I care not to be seen Walking in public with these witches.

True, My future lover, last St. Andrew's E'en, In flesh and blood she brought

And mine she show'd me also in the glass, A soldier's figure, with companions

bold; I look around, I seek him as I pass, In vain, his form I nowhere can

Fortress with turrets And walls high in air, Damsel disdainful, Haughty and

fair, There be my prey! Bold is the venture, Costly the pay!

Hark how the trumpet Thither doth call us, Where either pleasure Or death

may befall us. Hail to the tumult! Life's in the field! Damsel and fortress To us