Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

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

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

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

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?