Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.