From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.

Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.