At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue; / Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Last came, and last did go, / The Pilot of the Galilean lake, / Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain, / (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
O fairest of creation! last and best / Of all God's works! Creature in whom excelled / Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, / Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.
He who tempts, though in vain, at last asperses The tempted with dishonor foul, supposed Not incorruptible of faith, not proof Against temptation.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, / Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight.