His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.