My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.