Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.

They think too little who talk too much.