Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.
Calm of mind, all passion spent.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.