Klaus Christian Schreiber

Good dawning to thee, friend.

But here to speak what I do know.

Let me look back upon thee.

A foolish heart that I leave here behind.

And here I stand. Judge, my masters.

I know not how to tell thee who I am.

Hark! He is arrived.

I was not sick of any fear from thence.

Talk with a man out at a window!

Thy burning car never had scorched the earth!

Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty...

Would I undergo for one calm look?

A thievish living on a common road?

This Chaine, which now you weare so openly.

Good day, and happiness...

A look untender?

I come to tell you things sith then befallen.

You, sir, what trade are you?

This is the sum of all...