What Can 'scape The Eye Of God,

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt, Surprised By Unjust Force, But Not Enthralled.

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.

Bacchus, That First From Out The Purple Grape Crush'd The Sweet Poison Of Misused Wine.

Heaven Is As The Book Of God Before Thee Set, Wherein To Read His Wondrous Works.