Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

Tears such as angels weep.

It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.