Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.