Such joy ambition finds.

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

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.