Harmony n resemblance
                    In peace memory recommences
                              Razing or passing o’er asunder
                                       gentle as a tide or as harsh
                                                    We find the will to love
                                                N become suddenly at e loss
                                                     For little importance has tha tongue
                                                    When only busses and embraces
                                              rancor nd teardrops can talk

                    Music n muse of mine
Who thou art is determined by the sign
        Verse is a breath
                   a high mountain gust
                        or e howling winter front
                              Nonetheless it is beautesque that one
                         Who during the dance becomes the whole heart
Nd in the bed chamber summons forth the pleasure total
                          embedded in holy delight