Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.