So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

Hide me from day's garish eye.

Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the love of virtue and true labour, ere any flattering seducement or vain principle seize them wandering, some easy and delightful book of education would be read to them; whereof the Greeks have store, as Cebes, Plutarch, and other Socratic discourses.