Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.
Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.
I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss.
Dark with excessive bright.
Apostate, still thou err’st, nor end wilt find Offering, from the paths of truth remote.
The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display’d.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.
Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate to hearse when Lycid lies.
I fled, and cry’d out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh’d From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.
It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.
To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov’d on, with difficulty and labour he.
Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.