And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A

From His Lips/not Words Alone Pleased Her.

Assuredly We Bring Not Innocence Not The World, We Bring Impurity Much Rather: That Which Purifies Us Is Trial, And Trial Is By What Is Contrary.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

Each Tree Laden With Fairest Fruit, That Hung To Th' Eye Tempting, Stirr'd In Me Sudden Appetite To Pluck And Eat.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.