Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

On A Sudden Open Fly With Impetuous Recoil And Jarring Sound Th' Infernal Doors, And On Their Hinges Grate Harsh Thunder.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.