Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
The winds are out of breath.
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.