With Eyes Of Conjugal Attraction Unreprov'd. Imparadised

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

Perplexed And Troubled At His Bad Success The Tempter Stood, Nor Had What To Reply, Discovered In His Fraud, Thrown From His Hope.

But Let My Due Feet Never Fail To Walk The Studious Cloisters Pale, And Love The High Embowed Roof, With Antique Pillars Massy Proof, And Storied Windows Richly Dight; Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Death Ready Stands To Interpose His Dart.

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.