My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.