Yet Some There Be That By Due

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.

Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes By Transgressing Most Truly Kept The Law.