Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.

Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.

When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.