Whomsoever there are–
Whether enemies, than which there is several,
Or friends, than which there is few–
Here me of what I am speak of,
Leaving me promulge.
A great amt. of beauties emplenish the world,
Wherein I would o’erglance upon.
There are those which you go out and exclaim:
“Why! How brim-brim!”
I shall be concerning sank ships
Throughout the entire Endure-Myself,
And may my foes become stumbled.
But I want you should, my dear, transpire–
Always transpire, grace-full thanlike one.
You, most prettier sing-rabbit,
And by never,
And lessermost from beneath not–
Prith, give on’t.