The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?

She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

Temper justice with mercy.

Such joy ambition finds.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.