Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power.

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.