Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

For Solomon, He Lived At Ease, And Full Of Honour, Wealth, High Fare, Aimed Not Beyond Higher Design Than To Enjoy His State.

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

Avenge, O Lord, Thy Slaughtered Saints, Whose Bones Lie Scattered On The Alpine Mountains Cold; Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So Pure Of Old When All Our Fathers Worshipped Stocks And Stones Forget Not.

Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd Wisest Of Men.