A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

Hence, loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.