Today, the Muse has appeared in front of me. So suddenly that my head has begun rolling. The beatings of my hear were like and earthquake.

If she was beauty or no I cannot tell. She held a enormous umbrella (this is the problem with the Scottish weather) I can hardly distinct the feautures of her face. Anyway, I am not Burns. That is why I do not think about sleeping with her. Instead, I will ask her to stay with me. Even if the weather is no so wonderful as in the meadows of the Olimpus... I really want her with me for a long, long time.