It is lawful and hath been held so through all ages for any one who have the power to call to account a tyrant or wicked king, and after due conviction to depose and put him to death.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.