My success intoxicated them,
for they thougth my passions whelm,
since no-one is to make me great,
how, they thought,
when they saw the pen clings unto my hands
dancing gleefully on the papers
who watered the marooned seed?
and makes it yield,
Nay, don't be startled,
my papers that are filled today,
are discovered by Mr Ade
He hath being...