Capitolo 18
You clotted with mud and surly with his/her weeds,
Who bring Your his/her own air with you, sweet blest
It is drencht with a lot of shed fragrances.
You, while sailing in gilded ignorance, doesn't know
The anxious flow of the life under Your way:
Doesn't mean fail the wonders of you?--
What so Your happiness in the thought of God
Stands that he reimburses of man opened of the pain
To give deprived room of scruples to Your oars, to be
The buoyancy of Your barges a great deal happy,
Slipping with fortunate lanterns and with motives
It is fragrant party, Or it governs, Or You
God's pleasure, richly cheerfully the launcht
On some kind sea, the domestic pain of Man?
You have poets' need to calculate Your marvellousness----
_Ahasuerus_.
Where is you/he/she driving? I didn't put thee to this;
It was to say that that me, not that that them, both.
_Poet_.
As they knows that that you the art, if not before
Do I tell them what they is, my king?
_Ahasuerus_.
You the hast a night, crews, not a week for dirloro.
You men of words, retailers in breath the conceitedness
Too bravely of yourselves;--or I know why
You love to manufacture an infamous thing the life of man,
And it places his/her happiness with heavy words.
You mean to puff Your art in a similarity
Of what hath been of great days of the Of the.
When Tiamat, the old man ugly hell worm,
Disposition wound and made the nest in the world not fact,
The whole dragg of the stuff loosened with her that it searches tail
It is packt on his/her belly in a form,
Where she was able hutch her and he/she barks to Sky,--
The bright soldier of the god, Beautiful it shaped a wind;
And when its jaws started its anger of whining
In his/her bowels he shot the wind against him,
And he/she rented the membranes of his/her life. Then You
Wordmongers would be Beautiful to the life of man.
He doesn't like its wish to have to pile up the world
Around him in a calm place fumbled of toil;
And it put the strength of his/her spirit not to rejoyce,,
But to hard-working money; then you are standing before
And he/she thinks with wind spoken for doing such you mix