Beauty Is Nature's Coin, Must Not Be

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

What Honour That, But Tedious Waste Of Time, To Sit And Hear So Many Hollow Compliments And Lies.

So Dear To Heaven Is Saintly Chastity, That, When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lacky Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.