Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful land of Nod.

No question is ever settled
Until it is settled right.

All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.