A Bevy Of Fair Women.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.

Each Tree Laden With Fairest Fruit, That Hung To Th' Eye Tempting, Stirr'd In Me Sudden Appetite To Pluck And Eat.

O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.

Long Is The Way And Hard, That Out Of Hell Leads Up To Light.