Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
God is thy law, thou mine.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.
Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.
How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns