Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.

When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?

Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.