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

Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

Reason also is choice.

How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.

Where there is much desire to learn, there of necessity will be much arguing, much writing, for opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!