Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

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