Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.
When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.
A 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.
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.