O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.

Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

Calm of mind, all passion spent.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round