Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.

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

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

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.

The Leaf Was Darkish, And Had Prickles On It, But In Another Country, As He Said, Bore A Bright Golden Flow'r, But Not In This Soil; Unknown, And Like Esteem'd, And The Dull Swain Treads On It Daily With His Clouted Shoon.