Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.
Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.