It Is A Note Of

Words Borrowed Of Antiquity Do Lend A Kind Of Majesty To Style, And Are Not Without Their Delight Sometimes. For They Have The Authority Of Years, And Out Of Their Intermission Do Win To Themselves A Kind Of Grace-like Newness. But The Eldest Of The Present, And Newest Of The Past Language, Is The Best.

Cares That Have Entered Once In The Breast, Will Have Whole Possession Of The Rest.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Queen And Huntress, Chaste And Fair Now The Sun Is Laid To Sleep, Seated In Thy Silver Chair, State In Wonted Manner Keep: Hesperus Entreats Thy Light Goddess, Excellently Bright.