Reason is also choice.
Deep vers’d in books, and shallow in himself.
The never-ending flight Of future days.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.
Freely we serve, because freely we love.
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
He ’s gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern’d and wise appetite.
Where shame is, there is also fear.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.