A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

And out of good still to find means of evil.

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?