Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.