Reason also is choice.
The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.