Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

For so I created them free and free they must remain.