So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned Than War.

How Gladly Would I Meet Mortality, My Sentence, And Be Earth In Sensible! How Glad Would Lay Me Down, As In My Mother's Lap! There I Should Rest, And Sleep Secure.

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

The Starry Cope Of Heaven.