That Practis'd Falsehood Under Saintly Shew, Deep

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

And Oft, Though Wisdom Wake, Suspicion Sleeps At Wisdom's Gate, And To Simplicity Resigns Her Charge, While Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

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