Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.

Thus Belial, With Words Clothed In Reason's Garb, Counseled Ignoble Ease, And Peaceful Sloth, Not Peace.