Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.