Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

...it ought not to appear wonderful if many, both Jews and others, who lived before Christ, and many also who have lived since his time, but to whom he has never been revealed, should be saved by faith in God alone: still however, through the sole merits of Christ, inasmuch as he was given and slain from the beginning of the world, even for those to whom he was not known, provided they believed in God the Father.