And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

Evil, be thou my good.

O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.