Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To Be At All.

His Words, Like So Many Nimble And Airy Servitors, Trip About Him At Command. Ibid.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.