Such Joy Ambition Finds.

None Can Love Freedom Heartily, But Good Men; The Rest Love Not Freedom, But License.

Imparadis'd In One Another's Arms.

So Sinks The Day-star In The Ocean Bed, And Yet Anon Repairs His Drooping Head, And Tricks His Beams, And With New-spangled Ore Flames In The Forehead Of The Morning Sky.

The World Was All Before Them, Where To Choose Their Place Of Rest, And Providence Their Guide: They Hand In Hand, With Wandering Steps And Slow, Through Eden Took Their Solitary Way.

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.