Abel And Jacob In A Car

Through that celestial forest, whose thick shade With lively greenness the new-springing day Attemper’d, eager now to roam, and search Its limits round, forthwith I left the bank

I'm the kind of guy who likes to bounce. I'm the kind of guy who's got a pet mouse. I'm the kind of guy that likes to scream. Now everybody here's gonna do it with me.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.