Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

God, Who Oft Descends To Visit Men Unseen, And Through Their Habitations Walks To Mark Their Doings.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

For Evil News Rides Post, While Good News Baits.

Each Tree Laden With Fairest Fruit, That Hung To Th' Eye Tempting, Stirr'd In Me Sudden Appetite To Pluck And Eat.