To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
Methought I saw my late espoused saint.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.