My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
Courage never to submit of yield.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.