In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.