But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
Laws can discover sin, but not remove it
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
Calm of mind, all passion spent.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell >From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.