He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.

His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.

God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.

Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.