Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
Edmund WallerFor all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.
Edmund WallerA narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Edmund Waller