Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Moderate Sorrow Fits Vulgar Love, And For A Vulgar Man: But I Have Lov'd With Such Transcendent Passion, I Soar'd, At First, Quite Out Of Reason's View, And Now Am Lost Above It.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.