For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

Death from sin no power can separate.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.