Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there; be lowly wise. Think only what concerns thee and thy being; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been revealed.

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

We should be wary what persecution we raise against the living labors of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of man, preserved and stored up in books, since we see a kind of homicide may be thus committed, sometimes a martyrdom; and if it extend to the whole impression, a kind of massacre, whereof the execution ends not in the slaying of an elemental life, but strikes at the ethereal and fifth essence, the breath of reason itself; slays an immortality rather than a life.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss