Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

Implied Subjection, But Requir'd With Gentle Sway, And By Her Yielded, By Him Best Receiv'd,- Yielded With Coy Submission, Modest Pride, And Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay.

Th' Imperial Ensign, Which Full High Advanc'd Shone Like A Meteor, Streaming To The Wind.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.