Our dear Richard, sanguine, ardent, overleaping obstacles, bursting with poetry like a young bud, says to this highly respectable companion, 'I see a golden prospect before me; it's very bright, it's very beautiful, it's very joyous; here I go, bounding over the landscape to come at it!' 
Our dear ardent Richard says to this respectable companion, 'I see a golden prospect before me; it's very bright, it's very joyous; here I go, bounding over the landscape to come at it!' 