In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But Were Not All.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

O Sun, To Tell Thee How I Hate Thy Beams That Bring To My Remembrance From What State I Fell, How Glorious Once Above Thy Sphere.

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Where In The Flat Sea Sunk.