Make ends meet

year, No mortal, from the cradle to the bier, Digests the ancient leaven!

Know, this Whole Doth for the Deity alone subsist! He in eternal brightness

doth exist, Us unto darkness he hath brought, and here Where day and night

Well spoken, I admit! But one thing puzzles me, my friend; Time's short, art

long; methinks 'twere fit That you to friendly counsel should attend. A poet

choose as your ally! Let him thought's wide dominion sweep, Each good and

noble quality, Upon your honoured brow to heap; The lion's magnanimity,

The fleetness of the hind, The fiery blood of Italy, The Northern's steadfast