O Come Ye In Peace Here, Or

'tis An Old Tale, And Often Told; But Did My Fate And Wish Agree, Ne'er Had Been Read, In Story Old, Of Maiden True Betray'd For Gold, That Loved, Or Was Avenged, Like Me!

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

In Man's Most Dark Extremity Oft Succour Dawns From Heaven.

Hurry No Man's Cattle; You May Come To Own A Donkey Yourself

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!