To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.

...it ought not to appear wonderful if many, both Jews and others, who lived before Christ, and many also who have lived since his time, but to whom he has never been revealed, should be saved by faith in God alone: still however, through the sole merits of Christ, inasmuch as he was given and slain from the beginning of the world, even for those to whom he was not known, provided they believed in God the Father.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.