God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
This is servitude, To serve the unwise.
The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.
All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.
I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.