'Why then to me this restless World's but Hell,
Till this mishapen trunks aspiring head.
'Be circled in a glorious Diadem --
But then 'tis fixt on such an heighth, O!...
The heighth of the celestial happiness is to see God (...).
" […] That! that, is the print of a foot, but 'tis the dark hair's; and small it is, too, for one of such a noble heighth and grand appearance! […] "