Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.

Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my left hand.