Imparadis'd In One Another's Arms.

Who Shall Silence All The Airs And Madrigals That Whisper Softness In Chambers?

The Stars, That Nature Hung In Heaven, And Filled Their Lamps With Everlasting Oil, Give Due Light To The Misled And Lonely Traveller.

Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heav'n.

Son Of Heav'n And Earth, Attend: That Thou Art Happy, Owe To God; That Thou Continuest Such, Owe To Thyself, That Is, To Thy Obedience; Therein Stand.

Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.