So Satan, Whom Repulse Upon Repulse Met

O Shame To Men! Devil With Devil Damned Firm Concord Holds, Men Only Disagree Of Creatures Rational, Though Under Hope Of Heavenly Grace: And God Proclaiming Peace, Yet Live In Hatred, Enmity, And Strife Among Themselves, And Levy Cruel Wars, Wasting The Earth, Each Other To Destroy: As If (which Might Induce Us To Accord) Man Had Not Hellish Foes Enough Besides, That Day And Night For His Destruction Wait.

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem

Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy!

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.