I sought with a desperate heart
That beauteously sheathed cart.
And my purest fleece, which I’ll wear
To my Destiny free of fear.
With me I’ll keep this happy harp, which
Will keep melancholy away.
And sing to beauteous Venus
While I’m on my way.
Here is my great Destiny Book
Which hath Words bent and twisted
To form an ever right Map, which
In my hand, lambently glittered.
I sought all these desperately
‘Cause my journey will soon begin.
And, if life is a grand journey,
Should it be to oblivion I ride?