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.

Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

Where shame is, there is also fear.