One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.