If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.

The power of Kings and Magistrates is nothing else, but what is only derivative, transferrd and committed to them in trust from the People, to the Common good of them all, in whom the power yet remaines fundamentally, and cannot be takn from them, without a violation of thir natural birthright.

Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

Hence, loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.