"That the uses of adversity is for the sweetness of the toad and the ugly and the frog and the venomous and the chivalrous
Inspite that it wrest the reckless from the wilderness sands
Wears more than a precious jewels in his head,
That those it seeks and serves wears first the apparels of adversity and thereafter adorned with the apparels of prosperity.
And follows the means the forms are not decked to quell the praise
That the thingy cloud at the end of the storms
Foments the rain of everlasting bliss
And that when the breath of wilderness sands is gone
Whereof this feast of praise is won
With unrepentant and innumerable clouds of winter showers
O couched upon the ravishing beauty of the golden grappling hooks.
And now dullest not thy palm with entertainment that every hatched full fledged bizarre entrances of wilderness sands and desert ramblings hardly abscond.
Beware of bewares with no caveat that to every man's censure,verdict is given to tar the amplitude of wilderness ramblings on its coated sands,
To frail habit jabbered at cosmetic palm, where pulse that cannot buy
Expression in fancy apparels oft to proclaim glossy dire
Not the may life of the sear of yellow leaf to declare loud breaths and loud curses flail in descending sun.
That poor heart in feigning winds dare not deny
Lest all ways be your means,and all ends be your wanton delight cast over romance of yonder heights
To silence envious tongues how then you can cherish your astonishing haters?
Merchants of guilts in the gullies,wilful spikes of ditches crimson vales of rainbows 'colour
That the hands that madeth thee made themselves unto beauty of golden bliss
That warmness is still cheap in romance than beauty
That goodness is too shallow in wanton delight than beauty
That all is not well that seemingly seem well tis probity
That guile is found wanton in guilt than probity of honesty
By the cradle of wisdom hath she hewn her home
That that deign and braggarts of calumny might as though steeds of calumny
Stress the pouch at the genuflect with the raspberry of the winter wolves
The whitest virtue stale where king's so vile repellent sedate insensate plow
To recant goodness of slanderous tongue beyond goodluck of the mortal kismet.
And behold by which counsel shall we speak comfort to guile
To assuage the merchants of guilts in their Waterloo
To give medicine to rage where they themselves barest feel nor empathised?
Who has turned counsel into passion if not for aristobroth
To pantomime it in silken thread and not foment nor fester madness with fifth columnists?
To charm aches and agonies with the gifted garb.
Have we seen the candles and the rainbow when the 🌕 moon had shone and ebbed
Amidst the bushel of rancour and sallow window blurrying the visages of the lour?
This the cowards maketh cowards of his conscience pathetic of himself
And not a native hue not sickled of his resolution dire
To deffray the currency of pale cast thought
Beleaguered at her furnace of inaction
Crowns are for the kings and queens that many mayest abstained from command
And not fortunate to be lowly born and wear a golden grief in blistering lush than the gilded stardom of stormy petrels in their sleeper cells of trenchwarfare
Then why are you livid that cowards dié many times before their death and eagles barely return without receipt of stalking target?
And of which custom have we been bred?
And to custom the thermostasis of all mortals ' misery and stardom
Plucked by sinew adjudged inferior or superior subject to prejudice of the actors
That with the arms of trenches thou shalt wrest stardom like your blazing swords wrestle victory from armpits of the battle fields .
And before noon on the morrow thou shalt wrest victory at your broken navel so says the old greybeard's oracle."
The battlefield at maledectine swung in his favor as parapets clogged with munitions arraigned the invading fifth columnists at the rear and butchered in their prime a dozen slaughters at the river bank.
