“Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss”

“Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is,.....”

“How can I live without thee, how forgoeThy sweet Converse and Love so dearly joyn'd,To live again in these wilde Woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and IAnother Rib afford, yet loss of theeWould never from my heart; no no, I feelThe Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy StateMine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.”

“And what is faith, love, virtue unassay'd alone, without exterior help sustained?”

“Extol not riches, then, the toil of fools,The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more aptTo slacken virtue and abate her edgeThan prompt her to do aught may merit praise.”

“How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!”

“Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell. ”