[…] those baby eyes That never saw the giant world enraged; Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping.

It folweth nouht that thouh j be thus kembt and a litel make the queyntrelle that for swich cause j am fair It followeth not that though I be thus kempt [neat and tidy], and a little make the quaintrelle, that for such cause I am fair]

Garage isn't very much lke jungle. The garage that I've heard is like jazzy house (has the oontz oontz oontz beat) maybe a little loungy.

a consuming passion