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

Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.