He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.