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

O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child!

Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the love of virtue and true labour, ere any flattering seducement or vain principle seize them wandering, some easy and delightful book of education would be read to them; whereof the Greeks have store, as Cebes, Plutarch, and other Socratic discourses.