Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.

Temper justice with mercy.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.