I Say There Is No Darkness But

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.