Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?