Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.

So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.

It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.

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

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?