Evil on itself shall back recoil.
God is thy law, thou mine.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.
Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.