Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

Execute their airy purposes.

That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.