Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.

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

God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.