Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
To live a life half dead, a living death.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.
Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.