God is thy law, thou mine.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.

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.

Reason also is choice.

Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.