In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

Faithful found among the faithless.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Reason is also choice.

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.