Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.