Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; / The world was all before them, where to choose / Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: / They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow / Through Eden took their solitary way.
Till morning fair / Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice grey.
Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place.