Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun.

For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

Temper justice with mercy.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

The starry cope Of heaven.