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?

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate

Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.