Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.
Temper justice with mercy.
And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Antichrist is Mammon’s son.
So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down alone bent on his prey.
And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.
God made thee perfect, not immutable.
For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power.
O impotence of mind, in body strong! But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom, vast, unwieldy, burdensome, Proudly secure, yet liable to fall By weakest subtleties, not made to rule, But to subserve where wisdom bears command.
Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.
All hell broke loose.
Calm of mind, all passion spent.
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
If we think we regulate printing, thereby to rectify manners, we must regulate all regulations and pastimes, all that is delightful to man.
A limbo large and broad, since call’d The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse Met ever, and to shameful silence brought, Yet gives not o’er though desperate of success.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav’n itself would stoop to her.