How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks!

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!