None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.