Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.

The never-ending flight Of future days.