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

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.