Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
Life's uncertain voyage.