Book vi. Line 211.
Dire was the noise
Of conflict.
Book vii. Line 30.
Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Book viii. Line 84.
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
Book viii. Line 488.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
Book viii. Line 502.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be wooed and not unsought be won.