The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.