Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

Execute their airy purposes.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.