Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

With thee conversing I forget all time.

If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!

I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

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.