Myself, and all the Angelic Host, that stand in the sight of God enthroned, our happy state hold, as you yours, while our obedience hold. On other surety none: freely we serve, because we freely love.

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Calm of mind, all passion spent.

All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.