The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.