No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time,

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.