Sufficient To Have Stood, Though Free To

Rich And Various Gems Inlay The Unadorned Bosom Of The Deep.

But Now My Task Is Smoothly Done, I Can Fly, Or I Can Run Quickly To The Green Earth's End, Where The Bow'd Welkin Slow Doth Bend, And From Thence Can Soar As Soon To The Corners Of The Moon.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

Midnight Shout And Revelry, Tipsy Dance And Jollity.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.