A bevy of fair women.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

The timely dew of sleep.

First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.