So Get The Start Of The Majestic

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.