The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?