A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

Myself, and all the Angelic Host, that stand in the sight of God enthroned, our happy state hold, as you yours, while our obedience hold. On other surety none: freely we serve, because we freely love.

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child!

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?

These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.