No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.

For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.

A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.

What is dark within me, illumine.

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.