A short retirement urges a sweet return.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
Seas wept from our deep sorrows.
Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.