He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.