Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy.

Evil, be thou my good.

Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals is said to have heard this harmony ... If our hearts were as pure, as chaste, as snowy as Pythagoras' was, our ears would resound and be filled with that supremely lovely music of the wheeling stars.

Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.