Now I See Peace To Corrupt No

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.

He Scarce Had Ceased When The Superior Fiend Was Moving Toward The Shore; His Ponderous Shield Ethereal Temper, Massy, Large And Round, Behind Him Cast; The Broad Circumference Hung On His Shoulders Like The Moon, Whose Orb Through Optic Glass The Tuscan Artist Views At Evening From The Top Of Fésolè, Or In Valdarno, To Descry New Lands, Rivers Or Mountains In Her Spotty Globe.