More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.