Evil on itself shall back recoil.

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

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise