Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And

His Spear, To Equal Which The Tallest Pine Hewn On Norwegian Hills To Be The Mast Of Some Great Ammiral Were But A Wand, He Walk'd With To Support Uneasy Steps Over The Burning Marle.

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.

Such Joy Ambition Finds.

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.