Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children.

Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delay.

With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds.

Two other tender drops, which ready stood, Each in their crystal sluice.

Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each, in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell Kiss'd.

Then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.