To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

Tears such as angels weep.

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

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.

For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.