But Infinite In Pardon Is

And Add To These Retired Leisure, That In Trim Gardens Take His Pleasure.

Those Graceful Acts, Those Thousand Decencies, That Daily Flow From All Her Words And Actions, Mixed With Love And Sweet Compliance, Which Declare Unfeigned Union Of Mind, Or In Us Both One Soul.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

Arms On Armour Clashing Bray'd Horrible Discord, And The Madding Wheels Of Brazen Chariots Rag'd: Dire Was The Noise Of Conflict.

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.