Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.