Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.