Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

O shame to men! Devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace: and God proclaiming peace, Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, Wasting the earth, each other to destroy: As if (which might induce us to accord) Man had not hellish foes enough besides, That day and night for his destruction wait.

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.