If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

The Pleasant'st Angling Is To See The Fish Cut With Her Golden Oars The Silver Stream And Greedily Devour The Treacherous Bait.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!