If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
Death from sin no power can separate.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
Imparadis'd in one another's arms.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.