Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

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

With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?