Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.