. . . and now expecting Each hour their great adventurer, from the search Of foreign words.

Adam, well may we labour, still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.

If by fire Of sooty coal th' empiric alchymist Can turn, or holds it possible to turn, Metals of drossiest ore to perfect gold.

Here may we reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell. Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

Such joy ambition finds.

But what will not ambition and revenge Descend to? who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd, obnoxious first and last To basest things.

If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me, Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand, They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain, While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want.

In naked beauty more adorned More lovely than Pandora.

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.

For spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, All intellect, all sense, and as they please They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size, Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.

Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

Nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculpture graven.

The hasty multitude Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise, And some the architect: his hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high, Where scepter'd angels held their residence, And sat as princes.

And God made two great lights, great for their use To man, the greater to have rule by day, The less by night, altern.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!