I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.
Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live.
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.