And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre

His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light. There Let The Pealing Organ Blow, To The Full-voiced Choir Below, In Service High, And Anthems Clear As May, With Sweetness, Through Mine Ear Dissolve Me Into Ecstasies, And Bring All Heaven Before Mine Eyes.

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.