There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.