Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .