'T was Slander filled her mouth with lying words, Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.
Book iv, line 725.
And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still, Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused With many tears, and closed without a cloud. They set as sets the morning star, which goes Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides Obscured among the tempests of the sky, But melts away into the light of heaven.
Book v, line 722.
He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in.
Book viii, line 616.
With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, And with the other took a shilling out.