Calm of mind, all passion spent.

These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?

It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.