Sciolto E Legato. Bound And Yet Free, Companioned And Alone, Loud Mid My Silence, I Confound My Foes: Men Think Me Fool In This Vile World Of Woes; God'S Wisdom Greets Me Sage From Heaven'S High Throne. With Wings On Earth Oppressed Aloft I Bound; My Gleeful Soul Sad Bonds Of Flesh Enclose: And Though Sometimes Too Great The Burden Grows, These Pinions Bear Me Upward From The Ground. A Doubtful Combat Proves The Warrior'S Might: Short Is All Time Matched With Eternity: Nought Than A Pleasing Burden Is More Light. My Brows I Bind With My Love'S Effigy, Sure That My Joyous Flight Will Soon Be Sped Where Without Speech My Thoughts Shall All Be Read.