Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

Indu'd With sanctity of reason.

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.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Lords are lordliest in their wine.