The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
Thy friendship makes us fresh.
What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.