Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell,

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine.

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.

Enjoy Your Dear Wit And Gay Rhetoric, That Hath So Well Been Taught Her Dazzling Fence.

His Form Had Yet Not Lost All Her Original Brightness, Nor Appear'd Less Than Archangel Ruin'd, And Th' Excess Of Glory Obscur'd.