Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.