A Bevy Of Fair Women.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

Nor Love Thy Life, Nor Hate; But What Thou Livest, Live Well; How Long, Or Short, Permit To Heaven.

His Form Had Yet Not Lost All Her Original Brightness, Nor Appear'd Less Than Archangel Ruin'd, And Th' Excess Of Glory Obscur'd.

Reason Is Also Choice.

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.