Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.