If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!

Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

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.

On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.