I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her

That Practis'd Falsehood Under Saintly Shew, Deep Malice To Conceal, Couch'd With Revenge.

When Thou Attended Gloriously From Heaven , Shalt In The Sky Appear, And From Thee Send Thy Summoning Archangels To Proclaim Thy Dread Tribunal.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

The Brazen Throat Of War.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.