Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

So Dear To Heav'n Is Saintly Chastity, That When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lackey Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt, And In Clear Dream And Solemn Vision Tell Her Of Things That No Gross Ear Can Hear, Till Oft Converse With Heav'nly Habitants Begin To Cast A Beam On Th' Outward Shape.

A Bevy Of Fair Women.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes By Transgressing Most Truly Kept The Law.

Capricious, Wanton, Bold, And Brutal Lust Is Meanly Selfish; When Resisted, Cruel; And, Like The Blast Of Pestilential Winds, Taints The Sweet Bloom Of Nature's Fairest Forms.