From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

Evil, be thou my good.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power.

None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.