Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's

But Peaceful Was The Night Wherein The Prince Of Light His Reign Of Peace Upon The Earth Began.

And Sing To Those That Hold The Vital Shears; And Turn The Adamantine Spindle Round, On Which The Fate Of Gods And Men Is Wound.

Spirits When They Please Can Either Sex Assume, Or Both.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

On A Sudden Open Fly With Impetuous Recoil And Jarring Sound Th' Infernal Doors, And On Their Hinges Grate Harsh Thunder.