Beauty Is Nature's Brag, And Must Be

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned Than War.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .