Every cloud has a silver lining.
And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse.
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dogs.
Can any mortal mixture of earth’s mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
The starry cope Of heaven.
The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.
Our reason is our law.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue.
Beauty is God’s handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
My sentence is for open war.
Courtesy which oft is found in lowly sheds, with smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls and courts of princes, where it first was named.
Evil on itself shall back recoil.
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?
Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.
Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.