And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.

A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.