Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
Well could I curse away a winter's night,Though standing naked on a mountain top,Where biting cold would never let grass grow,And think it but a minute spent in sport.
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.