His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

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

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.