I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation, which herein, Haply had ends above my reach to know.
For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
Let no man seek Henceforth to be foretold that shall befall Him or his children.
Who aspires must down as low As high he soar’d.
With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall; only supreme In misery; such joy ambition finds.
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy’s child!
Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given, That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death’s harbinger.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses.
Thrones, dominions, princedoms, virtues, powers – If these magnific titles yet remain Not merely titular.
But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
From haunted spring and dale Edg’d with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
Death Grinn’d horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill’d.
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
Seas wept from our deep sorrows.