A bevy of fair women.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.

If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!

Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.