His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Execute their airy purposes.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards. We must not think to make a staple commodity of all the knowledge in the land, to mark and license it like our broadcloth and our woolpacks.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.