Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While this vision did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, I shall mend:
And, as I am an honest Crow,
If I have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpant's tongue,
I will make amends ere long;
Else the Crow a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Chronos shall restore amends.
-- original quote by William Shakespeare, butchering by Crow.