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

Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.

To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.

None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.