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

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

God is thy law, thou mine.

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.