Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.

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.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

[Rhyme is] but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meter; ... Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rhyme, ... as have also long since our best English tragedies, as... trivial and of no true musical delight; which [truly] consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned ancients both in poetry and all good oratory.

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

And feel that I am happier than I know.

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