Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.
Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source / Of human offspring, sole propriety / In Paradise of all things common else.
God so commanded, and left that command/ Sole daughter of his voice; the rest we live / Law to ourselves, our reason is our law.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine
Sweet the coming on / Of grateful evening mild; then silent night / With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, / And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.