Tower'd Cities Please Us Then, And The

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

Believe And Be Confirmed.

The Starry Cope Of Heaven.

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

His Words, Like So Many Nimble And Airy Servitors, Trip About Him At Command. Ibid.