They who have put out the people’s eyes reproach them of their blindness.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
To live a life half dead, a living death.
To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.
Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.
And God made two great lights, great for their use To man, the greater to have rule by day, The less by night...
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
What is strength without a double share of wisdom?
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
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.