Him, whilst he spoke, with smiles Calypso eyed, And gently grasp'd at his hand; "This shows thee, friend, by experience taught, And learn'd in all the wiles of thought; How prone to doubt; But hear, O earth; And thou, O Styx,glide through; No form designed; Lurks in the counsel; Kind the persuasion,sincerity all mine; Practice the same,were my fate Doomed; Leaven has not yet a decree; But given to chance,the sense to pity,and feel; Today,deftly upon; Fruit; Drink; That we pierce; Goblet; Surely; Enticing; This zeal through and through; Oh,Ooooh; The jealousy of gods; I don wanna break from him:Hymn! All I'll need is her:And hairs! Oh,this frailty I mean;