So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.

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.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.