All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make

If You Are One Of Earth’s Inhabitants, How Blest Your Father, And Your Gentle Mother, Blest All Your Kin. I Know What Happiness Must Send The Warm Tears To Their Eyes, Each Time They See Their Wondrous Child Go To The Dancing! But One Man’s Destiny Is More Than Blest—he Who Prevails, And Takes You As His Bride. Never Have I Laid Eyes On Equal Beauty In Man Or Woman. I Am Hushed Indeed.

See How God Ever Like With Like Doth Pair, And Still The Worthless Doth The Worthless Lead!

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.