Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.
Our country is where ever we are well off.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.
Fear of change perplexes monarchs.
The teachers of our law, and to propose What might improve my knowledge or their own.
Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman’s happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .