Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

But Oh! As To Embrace Me She Inclin'd, I Wak'd, She Fled, And Day Brought Back My Night.

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

Though All The Winds Of Doctrine Were Let Loose To Play Upon The Earth, So Truth Be In The Field, We Do Injuriously By Licensing And Prohibiting To Misdoubt Her Strength. Let Her And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse, In A Free And Open Encounter.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.