Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.

Faith lives in honest doubt.

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.