Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere

Mammon, The Least Erected Spirit That Fell >from Heaven; For Ev'n In Heaven His Looks And Thoughts Were Always Downward Bent, Admiring More The Riches Of Heaven's Pavement, Trodden Gold, Than Aught Divine Or Holy Else Enjoy'd In Vision Beatific.

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

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

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue, But Vice Revolted From Itself, And After A While Returning. The Actions Of Just And Pious Men Do Not Darken In Their Middle Course.