The power of Kings and Magistrates is nothing else, but what is only derivative, transferrd and committed to them in trust from the People, to the Common good of them all, in whom the power yet remaines fundamentally, and cannot be takn from them, without a violation of thir natural birthright.

For what is glory but the blaze of fame?

The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding, fit and proportionable to truth, the object and end of it, as the eye to the thing visible. If our understanding have a film of ignorance over it, or be blear with gazing on other false glitterings, what is that to truth?

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.