Delirious, this Satin and Paper Cot Should these Agents once Past permit your Chore Even to attempt a Link on your Lot Was but a Mistake from your Fortune's lore Though Un-Respond, such your Sun-Chariot spells As Saturated Stars are wont to do Those Gods from Olympus shake Mortal's Bells Then encase their Voices enlisting You From most Causes be yours in-Demand, Primmed or Pronged Endorsements as they become Only your Decide allow this Remand Well your Talents sustain; But Visage done. Which by Essentials would it Matter, O Prince Though Wax steers your Morals be ever since.