Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
God shall be all in all.
Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.
And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.