and overdrave these marken (the soord on Whence- hislaws was mine and mine the prusshing stock of AUbrecht the Bearn), under patroonshaap of our noctumefield, night’s sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the university