That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.