But each one, as a several son, shall bear those arms with a difference;
Beauty, various in phase, and similar in seeming oppositions.
The coins of old Rome were struck with a diversity for each,
Barely two be found alike, in every Cæsar's image:
So, note thou the seals, ranged round the charters of the Universe,
The finger of God is the stamp upon them all, but each hath its separate variety.
Beauty, theme of innocence, how may guilt discourse thee?
Let holy angels sing thy praise, for man hath marred thy visage.
Still the maimed torso of a Theseus can gladden taste with its proportions;
Though sin hath shattered every limb, how comely are the fragments!