Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.