And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under

These Two Imparadised In One Another's Arms, The Happier Eden, Shall Enjoy Their Fill Of Bliss On Bliss.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.

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.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?