In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely

Our Reason Is Our Law.

Nor From Hell One Step No More Than From Himself Can Fly By Change Of Place.

Who Shall Silence All The Airs And Madrigals That Whisper Softness In Chambers?

So Satan, Whom Repulse Upon Repulse Met Ever, And To Shameful Silence Brought, Yet Gives Not O'er Though Desperate Of Success.

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.