Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.

What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.

In naked beauty most adorned.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!