With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!