"When I sing, the moon dances. When I dance, my shadow dances, too. We share life's joys when sober. Drunk, each goes a separate way. Constant friends, although we wander, we'll meet again in the Milky…"

"Flying waters descending straight three thousand feet, Till I think the Milky Way has tumbled from the ninth height of Heaven."

"Lazily waving my white-feathered fan, Baring my chest in the green of the glen."

"Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain."

"The moon follows me like an old friend."